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) s% l# P# s0 b. XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# I1 ~" T* e! N* k8 f# Z: @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& X* v" M9 V" y# {* V3 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. n* F& m, C3 Y2 a; D! N) `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; i. w/ E- m o- Q7 c# ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) w7 [: d3 u; l( P+ ?2 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 }. P; F, x" X kHow you tried to set them free, 0 h" x( ^7 [5 i+ n8 q, i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. d% i0 V p7 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # i3 J; N% ?; P4 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: z! n! a- E( n5 c, b3 `- mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 M4 |: \( A% W& a1 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & O# C m ? e! [' x2 v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' Q; z7 x6 p, t ~7 b" }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; C6 Y8 C- }3 o$ ^2 r% g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : T/ z3 T. E! t
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; g6 t0 ~7 S" O& j- U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ A7 D/ A; V* a1 d1 ^! uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " y) f7 v( y$ {1 s8 b! z# T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' u$ N' n ^. e$ x4 D! u5 \' Y/ T! \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 q8 u/ N j$ g# [ ^& }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 P4 ]/ a, ?( a7 h( r/ }3 S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) r# f o4 t% ?9 D% X K- a
How you suffered for you sanity,; \! k% Q& U) u2 G6 x, u+ s4 h
How you tried to set them free, ' m# r* g+ c7 z$ D, ^ y% N ] p
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' r6 {/ L3 i; }/ F# V" d
Perhaps they never will. |
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